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Title: Nani[WHAT?!

Genre: Crack, just 'cause there's never enough.

Pairing: Ahaha, Fakiru, Mytho/Rue, and more?

Rating: PG-13 most.

[ Note: ahaha, sorry for the extremely late update. I was braindead for a couple of months. My inspirating is still kind of lacking, but aha. I wish everyone a latelatelate new year and xmas ! So... here it goes! Fic. for 40!themes.

Disclaimer: Don't own. I write happily ever afters-- most of the time. Plus, I would make Femio marry me. LOLOLOL.

I really don't own any of the characters below. sooo. don't sue. :)

WARNING: It's crack, and if that doesn't say enough... I included Femio in the story. [insert crowd-gasp here. Dude, the guys a charme r!he's the one who thinks eveyone loves him. :D and he should be in every episode. for those who don't recall Femio, he's the one who has the pretty purple hair, buffalos... And if that isn't enough for a major LOL flashback, okay, just go to youtube and go to ep. 17 or 18. :D ahahhaa.

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"WHAAT?!"

"You heard me, I want you to to be the lead male in my play; Ahiru as the lead female." Mytho said as calm as ever, instantly placing his finger covering one ear before there was a bomb erupting from the other end of the table, coming from the one and only Fakir himself.

"But Ahiru---!"

"has kindly agreed--- without blackmail." Mytho said with a devilish smirk, "And I'll be happy to use all my blackmail against you if you have any further objections..."

"Such as...?"

"This." Rue spoke, the first time in the mild argument raising an envelope. Fakir eagerly snatched the envelope, opening the inside finding a letter, and began to scan the letter fully line by line while Rue and Mytho counted down.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

And then there was laughter.

"Ignorance is bliss, after all." was all Mytho had to say.

"May I ask why you are laughing?" Rue said at last, causing the obnoxious laughter to immediately cease.

"Simple. I would never write such foolishness." Fakir said sharply.

"But it is your hand writing... is it not?"

And then there was silence.

"We can easily deliver it to Ahiru--"

"She won't believe it."

"She'll ask you about it." Rue glared at Fakir for his rude interruption.

"Hah. And I'll deny every word of it.

"Then she'll think you don't like her."

"And I don't." Fakir countered.

This time, Mytho laughed and Fakir glared.

"That has got to be the biggest lie ever told." Mytho said between laughs as Rue chuckled in agreement, making Fakir go dead silent, blood red with embarrassment and anger.

"Could you pull it off though..?" Mytho said, laughter dying looking Fakir right in the eye: It was like a showdown, the first to let go of the gaze lost.

Fakir grunted and looked away, knowing effort was futile.

"Fine," he sighed. "I'll... I'll do it." As he got up and walked to the door he muttered vengeance. He made a mental note to write a series of unfortunate events, starring the marvelous Rue and her ever-so-charming husband, Mytho.

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"Rue... do you think I look okay?" Ahiru asked, twirling in her dress showing the backside of it. Rue gaped.

If you could combine the words amazing, gorgeous, beautiful, lovely, stunning, attractive, adorable, and a whole keyboard spasm: (jksdhfksdhfkdshsd!!!) , it still would be an understatement. So it wasn't a surprise the first thing that Rue said was: "Fakir is gonna love this."

Ahiru froze, like she was a kid caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar and blushed, the type of blush Fakir has when someone mentions that he has a certain crush on a pink headed girl and as clumsy as the most drunkest of drunks. (Refer to Jack Sparrow.)

"So I bet your wondering what the play is about..." said Rue, who tried hard not to laugh at her friend frozen solid. Without waiting for a reply, (because she was pretty sure Ahiru wasn't exactly capable of speaking and was probably fantasizing about what Fakir will think of her.) "The play is about a couple who are forced together because of their strong households. Kind of like the opposite Romeo and Juliet. After the parents of both households put the two together, they both start to like each other, but the king's best friend, which happens to be his knight, turns out to like the new bride too-- and eventually, she returns the love. But of course, like all tales, tragedy ensues. You'll be the princess, Aota and Pique have been chosen for the script of the two parents. There isn't really a pair for the both of them though, their significant other vanished and isn't spoken of in the script. Fakir will be the knight... and for my last surprise... Femio will be the second lead male, as your forced finance."

Ahiru was the least to say at loss for words. Right now, she felt dead. It was like she was a bird(which she originally was but that's not the point) and she fell from a tree or something, while Mytho and Rue saved her and waited for her to heal. And when she did heal and was ready to fly, they shot her with a shotgun! --- you could say Ahiru was upset. But could you blame her? Because really, FEMIO?!

"Come on now Ahiru, hurry up! Tomorrow's the premiere!"

"NANI?!?!"

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"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Who could write such... such... cheesey lines!"

Mytho had heard Fakirs complaints long enough--- long enough to decide it was time to be making some threats, especially since he was the one who wrote half those cheesy lines! (and making fun of his sweetheart who made the other half was just asking for an extra death proposal.) Rue was probably having a swell time, Mytho thought, I always get the hard jobs.

"If you don't cut out that whining, I'll make this worse than it already is."

"There is nothing possibly worse than spouting such nonsense as, 'Oh baby, my love for you can wait forever and ever.' Honestly, I think this story is a complete tragedy, and complete cheese. Especially to the actors! Was the writer drunk while he wrote this?"

"If you don't stop..." Mytho said, his eyes narrowing to slits, "I'll switch your roles, and you can be a small role in the play. I know someone who will happily switch places with you. If you didn't read the rest of the play... The last scene: The knight gets the princess, and they share a long kiss." That in itself was enough to shut the stubborn headed actor.

Fakir sighed, which Mytho took as a sign of giving up.

"So shall we practice? Tomorrow's the day!"

"But one last thing..."

"Yes...?"

"Who's going to be the Prince who's married to Ahiru to begin with?"

"This beautiful man," Mytho said in a true fan girl tone. "He played the part beautifully, and I've never seen a man with such passion!"

"If you asked anyone, they would call this a man crush." Fakir replied chuckling, while Mytho grunted and pouted. "So who is this mystery man?" Fakir asked.

"I never bothered to ask, but Rue said Fem-something. His looks are quite astonishing and his poses are very dramatic. His purple locks are truly something to admire."

Fakir froze in his place... the only person he knew with abnormal locks and weird over dramatic poses.

"FEMIO?!"

And as if on cue, he popped up ready to begin.

"Thank you for coming." Mytho said smiling one of his genuine smiles Femio happily returned laughing.

"Now that everyone's here... let's begin!" Mytho said, facing Fakir who was still frozen sharing the same expression Ahiru did. After regaining his posture he nodded slowly, walking past Mytho.

"You really want an early grave... don't you?"

"So I'll take that as an 'Okay! let's do it!'"

yep, Fakir thought. He was definitely getting payback.

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To be continued in part b. :)